“Honestly, if it wasn’t for you Sir Zich, we would’ve still been talking to the people from those countries.”

“It sounds like you aren’t very pleased to meet these people.”

“Yes, very, very much,” Lubella said and then furtively glanced at him. “You aren’t going to spread what I just said, right?”

“I plan to forget everything I heard here as soon as we leave this room. What about you, Lyla?”

“That won’t be an easy task with my brilliant head. I would need to make a separate space in my head and store the memory there. If I keep it locked with 200 locks on the door, it’ll certainly be secure.”

“What will the locks and walls be made out of?”

“Materials about ten thousand times tougher than orichalcum.”

“Then, I suppose I won’t have to worry about you too, Lady Lyla,” Lubella said and turned back to Zich.

“That’s what she says, Saintess.”

“Yes, I can put my heart at ease now.” Although Lyla made a promise to Lubella like how children would, Lubella was satisfied. In the first place, she didn’t think those two would be the type to gossip.

Lubella then asked, “Do you know a kingdom named Miftil?”

Lyla answered, “Yes. Isn’t it a kingdom located in the west?” Even though it...